Carbon
by MizukiMai
Summary: Their job is to get in, get the diamond, and get out. Unfortunately, it's never that easy. {In which Axel is an assassin, Zexion is a hacker, and Roxas and Xion mess up. Badly.}


"_Cra-a-ap."_

Xion stares at the backside of the now-closed-and-auto-locked vault door. About twenty seconds pass in which she just kind of stands in the middle of the room and watches the words ERROR ERROR DOES NOT PROCESS dance around in her head.

Eventually, red dots join the words and Xion remembers that inhaling is kind of important if she wants to stay functioning. She forces herself to breathe and turns to her partner, who is gazing blankly at the door with a similar incredulousness. "Well, uh, there goes our exit. Any ideas?"

"We are _so dead_," Roxas whispers. Xion is inclined to agree. An irritating feeling of doom is already beginning to settle into her stomach.

Roxas tries putting the gigantic diamond back on its pedestal, but nothing happens. A few seconds pass. Still nothing. Roxas picks the diamond up again and turns to face Xion accusingly. "You were supposed to make sure the door didn't close when I grabbed the jewel," he says.

Okay, Xion had been totally willing to be gracious and take some of the blame, but now he's trying to imply it was all _her _fault? Ohhh no. Nuh-uh.

"_Actually_," she corrects, "I was supposed to hold the door for you while you went in and checked for immediate threat. Then _you _were supposed to report back to me and hold the door while _I _went in and nabbed the diamond. We had this discussion, remember? You're stronger? _You_ can keep the door forced open longer than I can when it tries to auto-close?"

"No, _you _had that discussion _at _me, not _with_ me," Roxas argues. "I never agreed to that. I was still on board with the original plan."

"I thought we were on the same page!" Xion cries, throwing her hands in the air.

"Apparently not!" Roxas shouts back. They glare at each other furiously before Roxas's expression breaks into something less angry and more kicked-puppy. "Sorry," he says. "I'm just… everything was going so well up until now."

"I know," Xion says miserably. "I'm sorry, too. Apology accepted?"

Roxas half-smiles. "Apology accepted," he says. He halfheartedly tries putting the diamond back in its place again. Unsurprisingly, a whole lot of nothing happens. "Dang it," he mutters. "Now what?" He pockets the glittering stone and runs a hand through his messy blonde hair.

Xion forces a smile onto her face and tries to ignore how sweaty her palms have become recently. "Okay, hold on, let's just think about this rationally," she says. "There's still a good chance that we'll still be able to get out." Roxas pins her with You Are A Liar Face, complete with squinty eyes and scrunched nose, and Xion mentally grasps at straws.

"Uh, well, because—" she sputters, glancing frantically around the room in an attempt to produce an idea. "Because…yeah, we're dead," she concludes, plopping down to sit on the floor. She hugs her knees to her chest. "And when Saïx finds out, we'll be, like, _super_ dead."

"Well, at least we got in," Roxas offers. Xion rolls her eyes. "That was only partially us," she says. "Mostly it was Zexion's—_ohmigosh Zexion!_"

She springs up from her spot on the floor, eyes alight with newfound hope. "That's it, duh! We'll just call him and he'll get us out of here!" She presses a button on her earpiece. "XIV to VI, do you read me? Come in, VI!"

"_I can hear you just fine,_" Zexion's irritated voice comes through the speaker. "_And would you kindly explain why my system says that the vault is sealed again?"_

"Um, about that," Xion says, and forces down a nervous giggle. "There was a _leeetle _misunderstanding between me and R—uh, XIII about who was going to hold the door open."

Zexion groans. "_I told the Superior not to send two rookies," _he mutters. "_But noooo, he just had to give you two a heist right off the bat._" A sigh crackles through the speaker. When he continues, his voice sounds more resigned than angry, like he had expected this. Xion wants to sock him in the face. Except she can't, because he's right and besides, he's hundreds of miles away anyway.

"_There's good news and bad news_," Zexion says. He starts to elaborate, but gets cut off by Xion. "Hold on a second. Roxas, you should probably hear this." Roxas nods and presses his own earpiece. There's a little _blee-deep _that indicates that a new member has joined their conversation. "Okay, go," Xion says.

"_The good news,_" Zexion continues, "_is that I can get you out."_

"That is definitely good news," Roxas says. Xion nods. "And the bad news?" she asks.

"_It's going to take me at least a week to crack the security code again,_" Zexion says grimly.

Oh, hello, DOES NOT PROCESS sign. Welcome back into Xion's head.

"No way," Roxas says, face falling. He stares helplessly at Xion, who stares helplessly right back. "But—but can't you just use the same password you used to get us in ten minutes ago?"

"_Apologies,_" Zexion says in a voice that isn't really very apologetic at all. If anything, he sounds a little smug. "_The password changes spontaneously every three nanoseconds. I'll have to go back and rerun the software I designed to hack it. Minimum running time: approximately six days, fifteen hours and twenty-eight minutes."_

"No _way_," Roxas moans, leaning back against the pedestal for support. Xion is _this _close to either screaming, crying, or grabbing the diamond out of Roxas's pocket and throwing it across the room. Like, seriously, _this close._

"We'll _starve _before then!" she wails. Zexion is singularly unimpressed.

"_The general rule is three weeks without food,_" he says, his tone drier than the Sahara. "_It'll be torture, but you'll survive. Dehydration, however…" _he trails off thoughtfully. _"On second thought, we're going to need a more efficient plan of action. Hold on for just a moment." _

There is a beat of silence in which Zexion seems to be weighing his options. Finally, Zexion gives a dissatisfied _tsk. _Reluctance tints his voice. _"I was hoping to avoid this, but it's our only plausible option. I'm going to get VIII on the line."_

Xion and Roxas listen as a number of _click_s and _blip_s resound faintly in the background, followed by a familiar _blee-deep_.

"_Hello, VIII,_" Zexion says stiffly. Xion feels a brick of pure awkward drop into the situation, and by the uncomfortable look on Roxas's face, he senses it too. Zexion and Axel kind of hate each other; it's one of those things that you learn almost immediately upon entering the Organization. So to Zexion, this is the pride equivalent of shooting himself in the foot.

"_Well, hello, VI,_" Axel's voice purrs. "_Judging by the fact that you're calling, I assume you're in another pinch, am I right? How may I bail you out today?"_

Xion can actually _feel _Zexion seething right now. To his credit, the guy is incredibly self-controlled, and by some miracle manages not to verbally bite Axel's head off. Xion hears him take a couple of deep breaths before speaking.

"_We are in a bit of a conundrum,_" he grits out. "_We're working on case codenumber 61314/108. Can you access your computer, by any chance?"_

"_Sorry, kid," _Axel says, amusement humming through his tone. "_I'm on a classified case. Nowhere near HQ. If all goes well, I'll be finished within a day or so. Is that soon enough for you?"_

"_It's a tolerable timeframe," _Zexion says. _"But we'd prefer sooner."_

Sharp popping sounds ring out in the background of Axel's line, and Xion winces. She would love to think those were fireworks, but she knows better. "_Mmh,_" is all Axel says. _"Please hold." _Zexion's party waits as the popping sounds are joined by muffled shouting—Italian, maybe? Spanish? Xion was never too good with languages.

Sixteen pops, two screams and eight painful-sounding _thud_s later, Axel clears his throat. "_Well_," he says between heavy breaths, "_That… was fun. What were… we talking about? Oh yeah... Timeframes. Uh... come to think of it… I actually think… I'll probably be able to… make it to you guys. Holdonasec."_

Actually, it has been approximately forty-five seconds when Axel has finished wheezing into the mic. "_Okay, I'm back,_" he says. _"So. Bailing you guys out. First of all, brief me on your mission. And try to make it as quick as possible, got it memorized?"_

"_Always,_" Zexion says acidly, and runs through the basic mission overview. Then he explains their situation (and isn't he just a gentleman to not directly accuse Xion or Roxas, but it kind of actually makes Xion even angrier because at least when someone's accusing her she can argue, but when Zexion's being all objective and unbiased she can't even defend herself, dangit.)

Axel just laughs. _"Well, they're just newbies,_" he says. _"We did stupid stuff too, when we were newbies."_

"_Speak for yourself,_" Zexion sniffs, and Xion's hit list is quite suddenly rearranged to admit a new top spot. "_The point is, we need someone to solve the whole vault door issue. Think you can handle it?"_

"_Well, that depends," _Axel replies delicately. "_Would you like me to solve the issue or get rid of it completely?"_

Zexion mutters something sour and probably not kid-friendly, but it's in Russian or Ukrainian or some other language that Xion doesn't know, so whatever. "_Preferably, you would _solve _it,_" he says, and for all his self-discipline a distinctly ticked-off edge is creeping into his voice. _"But. If absolutely necessary, then yes. The issue can be… removed."_

Axel hisses something that sounds suspiciously like "_yesssss!" _and Xion attempts to convince herself that she is not, in fact, alarmed.

"I'm definitely not alarmed," she says, just to prove her point.

"_Whoa, XIV, is that you?" _Axel says, surprised. "_How long have you been on the line?"_

"_The entire time," _Zexion deadpans, and he doesn't even have to say _idiot _for them all to hear it.

"I've been on the line, too," Roxas offers helpfully.

"_Wipe that arrogant look off your face, VI," _Axel growls.

"_I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," _Zexion says innocently.

* * *

It takes Axel a little over two hours to get to Paris, traveling by helicopter. Xion and Roxas help him occupy his flight by taking him on a mental walkthrough of what to do when he gets to the mansion/maze that they're currently trapped in.

"_So wait, I go through the back courtyard bushes or around them?" _Axel says.

"Around," Xion replies. "There isn't really a way through, they're rosebushes. But stay as close as you can to them, because otherwise the cameras'll catch you."

"Once you reach the end of the bushes, wait for the cameras to pan away, and then move to the big crabapple tree," Roxas adds.

"And then you have to make sure the security guards at the door don't see you," Xion interjects. "And then you have to create some kind of diversion so they'll leave their posts—"

"_Whoawhoawait, a diversion?"_ Axel says. "_We didn't discuss that before. A diversion like what?"_

Roxas and Xion glance at each other. "Well, we used a large dog," Roxas replies. "But—"

"_You used. A dog. As a diversion?" _Axel says slowly. Xion huffs. Why is this so hard for people to wrap their minds around?

"Yep," Roxas says, as Xion explains, "Bulldog. They're pretty dumb. But they're loud, so."

"_How did you get across the grounds with a bulldog?" _Axel asks in disbelief. "_Moreover, how did you keep it from sniffing you guys out and following you after you made the diversion?"_

"Long story," Xion says, waving her hands in a 'it doesn't really matter' kind of way. "Point is, we used a dog and you can figure something out."

"_I better get paid extra for this," _Axel mutters.

"_Five thousand Munny," _Zexion bargains.

Axel considers this. _"Well," _he sighs, _"you twisted my arm, but I guess I'll do it."_

"_Great," _Zexion says smoothly. _"I'm sending XIII and XIV's location to your phone along with a map of the mansion. Oh, and by the way?"_

"_Yes, dear?" _Axel sneers.

"_Don't mess this up. Or the Superior will have both our heads for it."_

"_Gotcha," _Axel says. _"So wait, I go through the bushes, right?"_

* * *

In the end, Axel _does _make it to Xion and Roxas. It's just not the most elegant endeavor.

The original mission was to get in, get the diamond, and get out—as seamlessly and quietly as possible. There would be no crazy action scenes, no wild chases, no evidence to trace Organization XIII back to the theft. That was all going great, up until the point where Xion and Roxas got locked into the vault. And then Axel was recruited as the pinch-hit rescuer, and everything just kind of slid downhill.

No, wait, it didn't _slide _downhill, not at all. It _tumbled_ downhill. It _sprinted. _It _crashed._

Xion had assumed that as long as they just coached Axel through the mission, everything would go smoothly. Boy, could she be farther from the truth. The first issue came when they learned that Axel's idea of a "diversion" for the guards was a smokebomb.

There was a reason that Xion and Roxas had used the dog—as clunky as the plan was to execute, it aroused less suspicion. As Zexion had discussed with Xion and Roxas before the mission, the idea of a bulldog somehow wandering onto the grounds was not totally implausible. But a smokebomb? That _reeked_ of intruders. As soon as the guards got back to their posts, they would be sounding the alarm. At best, they would tell their peers to be on the lookout. At worst, there could be a full-scale lockdown.

Unfortunately, no one actually explained the particulars of their dog-diversion to Axel, so, being somewhat impetuous, he had just gone ahead and used the smokebomb. He had gotten into the building, of course. But halfway through the maze of hallways and hidden rooms that was the mansion, he learned (the hard way) that security measures had been heightened.

As he had been following the carefully-mapped, failsafe route that Xion and Roxas had originally gone through to get to the vault, Axel had noticed a guard in his way. No biggie, he thought, maybe the guy's just wandering around. He'll go away in a couple of minutes. I just have to wait him out.

And oh, did Axel "wait the guy out." A minute passed, and the guard didn't move. But Axel was patient, so he gave it five more. Five minutes ticked by, then ten, then twenty. Then thirty. Forty. Fifty.

Once it had become painfully, _painfully _obvious that the guard was going nowhere, Axel looked for a way around, or at least an escape route. But during the hour in which he had been busy crouching behind an oversized, half-naked statue of Aphrodite, mentally singing "Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall," the mansion had been busy flooding its halls with annoyingly burly men in annoyingly expensive suits.

So now all exits, both forwards and backwards, are totally blocked. Axel knows because as he was reconning around for a safe way out, he almost got caught. Twice.

Axel relays the news to Zexion. Zexion is not amused.

"_You just _had _to use that smokebomb, didn't you,_" Zexion mutters. "_Okay, look. I'm sure you've figured this out, but the mission is pretty much toast. So just—" _he blows a sharp breath out through clenched teeth. "_Just do what you have to do, and make it quick, and make it quiet. Your first priority is to just retrieve XIII and XIV, and preferably the diamond too. We'll sort out the collateral later."_

"Copy that,"Axel says. He uncoils from his perch behind Aphrodite—_gah, _he thinks as pain shoots through his calves, _remind me never to stay in a crouch for so long ever again—_and stalks around the corner, where a guard is stationed.

The guard has his back to Axel for the time being; Axel is okay with this. Axel pulls a gun out of his belt. Axel spins his gun like a boss. Axel swings the butt of his gun around and clocks the guard upside the head. The guard crumples like a cut marionette. Axel steps over the unconscious body and continues on his way.

Mental soundtrack: "Back in Black", AC/DC.

Axel wonders how cool it would look if something totally, like, _exploded _behind him right now.

In _slow-mo_.

* * *

By the time Axel finally arrives at the vault, he has had run-ins with no less than fourteen other guards. In only five of those run-ins was he fortunate enough to catch the guards when they had their backs turned. In the remaining ten, he had to actually confront them head-on. Suffice to say that when Axel staggers up to the vault door, he's been beat up pretty dang good.

"Okay, VI," he says. "Destination reached." He gives the door the once-over before walking up for a closer look at the hinge mechanisms.

"_Took you long enough,_" Roxas grumbles. Axel raises an eyebrow as he pulls a flashlight out of his belt. "Careful, kid. Remind me who got you two into this mess into the first place?"

"_It wasn't totally his fault,_" Xion confesses. "_I'm partially to blame._"

Aww, that's so sweet. They're standing by each other. That attitude won't last for long. And if it does, _they _won't last for long. Axel knows from personal experience. In this industry, "friendship" doesn't exist. There's just allies and enemies. An image of Saïx flashes across his mind and a bitter tang sets on his tongue.

"Well, it doesn't really matter, because I'm here now," Axel snaps, a little too angrily. He clicks the flashlight on, inspects the hinges. Clicks the flashlight off, slips it back into its holder. "What does matter is that you two stand back. _Way _back."

"_Oh, God,_" Zexion says wearily. Axel ignores him and instead focuses on hooking up the explosives he brought to the door. "Okay, I'm gonna blast this safe open on three. Are you kids as far away as you can get?"

"_Yes,_" Xion says with trepidation, _"But 'as far away as we can get' isn't that far away._"

"Nah, it'll be fine," Axel assures breezily.

"_I would advise you to duck and cover with your arms over your head,_" Zexion warns.

"Okay, are we all ready?" Axel says cheerfully. Without waiting for an answer, he continues, "On three. One. Two. Thr—"

_BOOM!_

Xion and Roxas cringe from their spots in the corner of the room. Dust and concrete bits fly everywhere. A loud CLANG echoes through the chamber as the door falls in.

For a few long seconds, Xion holds her breath. When she can't go without oxygen any longer, she inhales, and immediately goes into a coughing fit: the dust hasn't quite settled yet. She scrambles to her feet and something is wrong—someone has pressed pillows over her ears. She coughs some more and can't hear it.

Beside her, she sees Roxas slowly get up. His shoulders are shaking with what looks like coughs too, but there isn't any sound to prove it to Xion. She watches as he presses a hand to his ear and winces.

He turns to her and his mouth is moving, but nothing comes out. Violently she shakes her head and motions to her ears. CAN'T HEAR YOU, she mouths slowly. Roxas looks confused for a moment, but then he nods. He points to the doorway, which is now just a big fat smoldering hole in the wall.

Axel pokes his head around the sharp corners of broken concrete and waves brightly. His fire-engine hair, once uncovered by the hood of his jacket, is like a beacon against the greige landscape of the vault. He says something, too, but it is lost on the two rookies. Roxas points to his ear, grimaces, shakes his head while Xion mouths CAN'T HEAR YOU again.

Axel's face falls and his mouth parts into a worried 'o'. He presses a hand to his earpiece and says something into the receiver before looking up at the two kids and beckoning them out of the vault. They pick their way through the debris over to him. There they stand, two teens and a twenty-something, framed in a blown-out doorway between a now-empty safe room and a hallway full of Monets, Picassos, and Warhols.

Axel starts to say something, then remembers that they can't hear him. His brow furrows. He looks at Xion and Roxas and moves his hands in a strange little dance. For a moment Xion is perplexed; then Roxas does a different little hand-dance back and she realizes they're signing. She learned sign language a long time ago, but she's rusty and honestly, Axel and Roxas are signing way too fast for her to understand.

_SLOWER_, she signs to both of them.

Axel's eyes light up when he realizes she can understand him (sort of). He repeats himself, putting more space between the gestures this time.

_WE NEED TO GET OUT, _he says. _GUARDS HEARD DOOR. COMING HERE FAST._

_OKAY,_ she replies.

_SAFE WAY OUT? _Roxas asks.

Axel holds up a finger. _One second. _He says something to Zexion through the earpiece. Whatever Zexion replies back with, it obviously wasn't what Axel was hoping for. He scratches the back of his head agitatedly and looks at the two of them. _PROBABLY NO CLEAR PATH, _he says. _WE WILL LEAVE THE WAY WE CAME IN._

Xion and Roxas exchange a glance. _LET'S GET GOING, _Roxas says. Axel nods and takes off running down the hall, the kids on his heels.

* * *

They make it out alive.

Barely.

Xion and Roxas stagger out of the mansion's front doors, half-supporting, half-dragging Axel along with them. The redhead's eyes are squeezed shut, his jaw set as he struggles not to make a noise against the pain in his leg. He won't hold out for long, Xion knows. Strangely, she should be panicking right now, but mostly she just feels numb. _Shelter, _she thinks mechanically. _We need to find safety. Out of immediate view of the surveillance cameras._

She starts dragging Axel to the left. Roxas shoots her a confused look. BUSHES, Xion mouths. The cameras' blind spot. Recognition sparks in Roxas's eyes and he speeds up his steps so they can make it over to the rosebushes before the cameras swing over to them.

Gently, Roxas and Xion help Axel lay down as close to the bushes as possible, and Xion sends up a silent prayer that the cameras don't catch an elbow or a leg. Calling up her basic—_very_ basic—knowledge of first aid, she tears off a strip of her sleeve, covers the bullet wound, and wraps it as tightly as she can.

Axel cries out, and it takes Xion a second to realize she can barely hear it—her hearing seems to be coming back. Unfortunately, it seems like she can hear background noise better than anything else, and even that makes her head pound severely.

This would be a really good time to call Zexion, but for obvious reasons she… oh what the heck. She decides to give it a try anyway.

"VI, this is XIV," she says shakily—at least, she thinks that's what she's saying, it could be a bunch of garbled nonsense for all she knows—"VIII has been shot in the calf. About seven minutes have passed since the wound was created. First aid measures have been taken, but professional medical attention is required."

The numbness is quickly fading, to be replaced by a near-hysterical fear. Tears run down Xion's face and she doesn't know if Zexion can even understand her, but she just—Axel is dying and she just—"Please help. _Please._"

Axel has passed out; his face is whiter than she has ever seen it. Xion presses her lips together and wraps her arms around herself protectively. Roxas crawls over to her, sits down next to her. She flinches when he reaches out to touch her shoulder, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he rubs her back comfortingly, and she allows herself to lean up against him, and they sit like that for what feels like an eternity, just staring at Axel and waiting.

After a few centuries, or maybe a millennia, Xion doesn't know—the chopper comes. And Xion doesn't know _how the heck _they are going to pull this off without Organization XIII being caught from leftover evidence, but she decides to leave that up to Saïx. For now, she just watches as the chopper touches down and three hooded figures rush out.

She and Roxas help the three Organization members as they gently pick Axel up and haul him into the copter. They set him down on a cot and hook him up to all these monitors and when they're finished, Zexion removes his hood. The two others follow suit, and Xion is surprised to see two blonde girls.

The taller of the two—Larxene, she thinks vaguely, remembering the rather unpleasant woman from her introductory tour around the Organization—Larxene bends over Axel with an irritated expression, but the way she keeps looking at his heart rate and breathing suggests she's actually worried about him. After Zexion makes sure Axel is secure, Larxene slinks off into the cockpit, and the helicopter lifts off.

The smaller blonde is a girl Xion has never seen before. She has big, deep blue eyes like Xion's, and the pockets of her hoodie bulge with about twenty multicolored Sharpies. She sits down on the floor next to Axel's bed, pulls her sleeve back, pops the top off of a blue pen, and starts doodling on her arm.

_WHO IS THAT_, Xion signs to Roxas. Roxas shrugs. Determined, Xion walks up to Zexion and taps him on the shoulder. He turns from where he has been examining Axel's wound.

Xion points to the blonde girl and signs, _WHO?_

Zexion glances at her and then rapidfires something back at Xion in sign language. Xion feels frustration well up to mingle with the anxiety in her chest. Of course Zexion would sign as easily as he could speak. _SLOWER,_ she insists.

_N-A-M-I-N-E_, Zexion spells out. Xion wrinkles her nose, trying to imagine how that would be pronounced. Obviously the girl is from France, one of the Organization's Parisian contacts. So… nah-_min-_eh? _nah-_min-eh? Xion decides to ask when she can actually hear properly. Currently, her ability to listen to background noise is improving, but it's giving her a raging headache. And foreground noise is still mostly out of the question.

_IS AXEL OKAY? _Xion asks Zexion. Zexion pushes his long bangs out of his face and nods. _HE WILL MAKE IT, _Zexion says. _WE HAVE A CONTACT AT THE _(something something something) _WHO CAN PERFORM HIS SURGERY. _

Xion frowns. Wait, a contact at the _what _now? _SORRY, PLEASE REPEAT._

_IT'S A HOSPITAL, _Zexion explains. _P-I-T-I-E-S-A-L-P-E-T-R-I-E-R-E_.

Great, another French thing she can't pronounce. Well, whatever. At least Axel is getting help. That's all that matters. As if on cue, the helicopter starts to lower down.

* * *

Two weeks later, Saïx is still beside himself with fury at the results of the mission.

In the span of twelve hours, two rookies had managed to simultaneously flub their own mission and inadvertently take out one of the Organization's top assassins. Not to mention the damage control that _Saïx _is now in charge of, which includes but is not limited to:

1. Besides the fact that they blew up a safe room and killed at least—_at least—_five guards, there is also the fact that Axel gushed blood all over the place, which, hello, is FORENSIC EVIDENCE.

2. Oh yeah, and then there's the whole helicopter-landing-on-the-grounds thing. It had taken Zexion twenty-eight sleepless hours to hack into the mansion's security files and delete the footage from every possible place it could have been stored, and even so:

3. the mansion's owners could have backed it up onto a thumbdrive or something. AND:

4. there is a 99.99% chance that someone has already seen the footage already. They can only hope that it was too grainy for the police to get a lead.

Yes. Yes, Saïx is up to his eyeballs. And no, those rookies are NEVER. EVER. EVER. Going on a heist again.

* * *

_AUTHOR'S NOTE:_

_Thanks for reading! Please review!_

_P.S.: As I know nothing about real undercover/spy work, I'm sure this fic is riddled with technical errors. Just shoot me a review or PM if you find something._

_God bless,_

_MizukiMai_


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